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July 18, 2008 ~ 09:59:26 PM * -07:00ST
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Log # 279
Seriously.
Poiple: Audrey Kitching Needs Better Septum Jewelry’s first song: Fuck you guys. Fuck this keyboard. Fuck the Internet. DancedanceEverybodydance. (repeat x12)
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Eliza Gauger on December 26th, 2007 ~ 11:40:21 AM
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Log # 278
#ectomo on EFnet
[10:25am] Qyoo: Audrey Kitching needs better septum jewelry
[10:25am] Poiple: that’d be a great band name
[10:25am] Gauger: …shit, you’re right.
[10:26am] Gauger: Who is this Audrey person?
[10:26am] Qyoo: some random hair/model person
[10:26am] Qyoo: I’ve been going through hair stuff for the last week
[10:27am] Qyoo: apparently photobucket is the place to be for big folders of hair colors and cuts
[10:27am] Qyoo: thank god for 15 year old girls with a photobucket account and nothing to do
[10:27am] Gauger: …
[10:27am] Qyoo: fuck that sounded horrible
[10:28am] Poiple: that sort of defines the Internet
[10:28am] Gauger: I switched over to this window to talk about how crazy that cryoflesh model drives me, the gir, in a good way, but now I feel sort of sick.
[10:28am] • Nark high…fives?
[10:28am] Gauger: Thanks a lot, Q.
[10:28am] Gauger: As if my already-flacid libido needed any more discouragement.
[10:28am] Gauger: …the GIRL.
[10:28am] Gauger: Now I feel sicker.
[10:28am] Gauger: Fuck you guys.
[10:28am] Gauger: Fuck this keyboard.
[10:28am] Gauger: Fuck the internet.
[10:28am] Qyoo: thank you, good night
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Eliza Gauger on December 26th, 2007 ~ 11:34:25 AM
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Log # 277
@mathiasdgauger The cake is a …
@mathiasdgauger The cake is a lie.
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on December 26th, 2007 ~ 12:54:13 AM
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Log # 273
I take my lumps where I can ge…
I take my lumps where I can get them.
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on December 22nd, 2007 ~ 07:18:44 PM
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Log # 271
@ectomo Computerless in Blogis…
@ectomo Computerless in Blogistan. Send help. If you can’t send help, send two more women. (and one hardboiled egg)
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on December 22nd, 2007 ~ 04:08:55 PM
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Log # 270
"Morning" means Earl…
"Morning" means Earl Grey; subdued panic; a bass-heavy playlist to drown out the crackhead hiphop. Distant tom-toms threaten native revolt.
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on December 22nd, 2007 ~ 04:04:41 PM
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Log # 269
On the menu this evening:
Shadowbox (mothbulb), ruff, soft, and an innsmouth carmine gent. I am nocturnal now. All the better to net those Oakland crackhead unicorns I keep hearing about.
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Eliza Gauger on December 20th, 2007 ~ 07:10:13 AM
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Log # 267
That said, I would like to not…
That said, I would like to note, for posterity, that doing dishes SUXX OMG!!1 and also I saw the cuuuuuuutest puppy at Gaylord’s (lol) cafe.
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on December 19th, 2007 ~ 08:01:36 PM
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Log # 268
A reminder: in thirty years we…
A reminder: in thirty years we’ll be reading "J.K. Rowling: the Collected Emails, Instant Messages, and Blog Posts". This is the new cannon.
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on December 19th, 2007 ~ 07:58:41 PM
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Log # 266
Gentlemen?
The urge to write–formerly so all-powerful that I left a trail of scribblings along walls and pavement as I shuffled about my daily tasks, exactly as vermin leave fecal morse code wherever they tread–has all but abandoned me. I am absent from Destructoid, these blogs, and a mere gaseous afterimage of my former greatness on Ectomo.
I haven’t read my RSS feeds in many, many months. I’ve spent hours today, skimming your lives for salient factoids, attempting to update my near-static concept of Other Humans. It might be working. I’m really not sure.
The good news is that I have completed my opus. See below.
Ink on Post-It. 3 x 3″
